I am so ready to get back on the road. It’ll be weird but it will be the best kind of weird. Here are a few things on my back-to-travel bucket list:
- Arrive at the airport five hours early, making time for breakfast, shopping, a few hours in the bookstore, and lunch before my flight.
- Check bags at the curb, in the terminal and at the gate. I want all the tags.
- Let TSA officers discover fresh-baked cupcakes in my carry-on, and I’ll surrender my thermos of hot chocolate for their enjoyment.
- Hug the pilots and flight attendants, slip a tip to the catering and cleaning crews.
- Spend my intentionally super-long O’Hare layover in the tunnel between B and C gates, high-fiving travelers as they pass by on the people-mover. I will also compose and perform lyrics for the ambient music there.
- At baggage claim I will whoop and holler when I see my bags emerge, run to them and hug them as though they are long-lost family.
- In the lobby bar I will start a conga line through the lobby and out to the pool. Promise to stay in touch.
- Wear the robe and the slippers and whatever else is in that closet.
- Order room service like I’m ordering for the whole table.
- Not go home. Ever.
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